Monday, July 08, 2013
I am very glad I flew to California for the weekend. Mom was very frail and weak. She seemed very down and depressed during my visit, although she tried to perk up and talk to me. She had no appetite for her food, and by the end of my visit she was so weak she was needed help to lift her leg back up onto the bed. Today her doctor placed her back in hospice care, and back on oxygen. Her doctor thinks the infection in mom’s bone is raging through her system; mom has refused antibiotics because the IV antibiotics make her feel sick. She has attacks of shivering and shaking. She is 94 and has told all her friends that she is ready for the end. I am glad the doctor is focused on making her more comfortable; and that she was given a prescription for atavan (anti anxiety medication) which should help her feel less anxious and fretful.
Sad as it is to see her declining health, my mom has lived a very good life, and she is much loved by all her children, grandchildren, and friends (dad passed away 17 years ago – they had a happy marriage). No matter how much we know that the death comes to all of us, it is still a very difficult process.
I was also struck by young people struck down so early in life. I flew into and out of San Francisco airport. We were all gripped by the massive tragedy of the Korean airliner crash. It is miraculous that so many people WALKED AWAY uninjured from the accident. And it is so sad that the two victims were young teenage girls, traveling on huge adventure to a foreign country to improve their English skills. None of us can predict why some live and some die, and why some suffer.
My 22 year old nephew had come to visit Mom last week, bringing his girlfriend. Mom really appreciated Max’s visit, and she loved having a chance to meet his girlfriend! Max had traveled to the area to attend a memorial service for his college friend – victim of a senseless shooting death. The murder victim (like Max, he was a new college graduate, not involved in drugs or gangs) was found shot by the side of his car; the car appeared to have been in a fender-bender accident. No one called in the crime; but the city downtown had an automated program that recognizes gunshot sounds, so the cops responded almost immediately. I hope they find whoever committed such a senseless act of violence. I deeply fear it will be other young men who have destroyed their own futures, along with destroying this young man (and his family – he was the only child).
I know that all of us die at some point, and none of us can predict when the end may come. I am not trying to be depressed or down in this blog. My message is more: we don’t know when the end may come. We just need to focus on living the best, most loving, and kindest life that we can.
(p.s. I'll post a health fitness update tomorrow. It just didn't seem to fit in this blog!)